The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen.
“Be careful with his body and bring him in here!” Vincent yelled as he slammed the front door open. He stood there and saw Tad, Job Ronnie, and Zat carry the now sleeping body of Ratliff in their arms. Dumas was out side, trying to park the damn car. Then came in the girls with a shaken Cyri with all of their arms around her. Vincent was beyond furious at what Ratliff had attempted to do to her, but he knew that this was going to be their pay back.
He followed the guys as they opened the door to the spare room and saw the plastic sheets everywhere, the chains on the ground, and hooks in the wall.
“Okay, set him up as I instructed. I will be getting ready.” With that being said, Vincent turned and went into his bedroom, locked the door so no one could get in. He stripped off all of his clothes and put on this entire baggy suit of leather. After he got on clipping the gloves onto his main full-body jacket and connected the boots to his pants, he opened a drawer from his desk and pulled out a box that was under lock and key. Once opened, he saw this assortment of knives and scalpels that Tad had required from the hospital when he got the anesthesia.
Slipping the box into the pocket of the jacket, he opened and walked out of the room. He took a quick peak into the room, and saw that Ratliff was now suspended onto the wall of the room, chains all over his body. All the guys and girls were in the room, watching the process. He turned and walked into the kitchen.
He found the coffee pot and poured him a large pitcher of One Hundred Percent Columbian and chugged it down as if he was in a beer hall. The bitterness woke him up completely and cleared his mind as he took another chug. After about a few, Cyri approached him.
She was shaken, and very upset after Ratliff’s attempt rape on her, but Vincent knew that was to be expected from him. And even more these deed that they were about to do. She grabbed a mug and drank some water, just looking at Vincent. They were quiet for a long time. Then she put her glass down and took a deep breathe.
“Vinc,” She said with a heavy sigh. “You know better then any one else what this bastard has done to me sense I knew him. You know the terror he has created. For you creating this idea of getting revenge, I can never thank you enough. But, I do have one request: Allow me and everyone else to see his death. I think I deserve to see that at least.” Vincent chugged down the last of his coffee, then looked at her.
“Honestly, at this point and time, I do not give a fuck. Come along if you want to see the gory death of this guy.” They both walked to the door and just stood there for a few seconds.
“What is going threw your mind right about now?” Cyri asked as she looked at Vincent.
“I am not trying to think. I am already set on what to do.” He breathed for a few moments, then opened the door.
He saw everyone lined up against the wall. They all had their eyes on Vincent as he walked towards the body of Ratliff. After looking at his pig, he went across the room and brought over a table. He took out the package that had the knives and scalpels and laid them on the table in the order in which he will be using them. He opened a secret department on the package and took out this needle and a vial of adrenaline. He wanted this guy to be awake during this. Then he went and turned towards the others. He stared them all down.
“As I told Cyri: you all can stay here and watch me fuck this pig over. But, I am letting you all know now. I do not want to hear a word from anyone of you. If you feel sick and need to leave, just then step outside. But, do not interrupt me no matter what.” Vincent looked at them all, and then went back to the table. He took the needle, filled it with adrenaline, and then jabbed it into the heart of Ratliff. He took in a hard, quick breath and started struggling, screaming. Grabbing one of the knives, Vincent went and shoved it against Ratliff’s throat.
“Scream again and this will be more painful then you thought.” Ratliff stopped screaming when Vincent put down the knives and took out another needle and a vial of an odd clear liguid with a slight yellowish tint. “Tell me Ratliff,” He said as he filled the needle. “Have you ever saw the Japanese horror film Audition? Well, in case you have not, let me clue you in. It is about this girl that kills this businessman man who holds auditions for young girls to be his new wife. This girl hated him, and decided to torture him by sawing off his legs. Now, I am not going to saw off your legs, but me bringing up this film does have a point: Before his torture began, she administer this drug, which was unnamed in the movie, that paralyzes all muscle movement and activity but keeps every nerve alive. The producers of the film says that such a drug does not exists in reality. But, they were wrong. This drug does exist and I have it in my hand.” He showed him the needle. “It is a little drug entitled: Murakami. And this little puppy does a lot of interesting work. Now, you will feel a painful sting, but suck it in.” He jabbed the needle into the vain in his right arm and punched down the plunger. When the liquid was inside Ratliff’s body, Vincent threw down the needle. After a few moments, Ratliff’s body became limp. Then, Vincent punched Ratliff in the stomach. There was a groaning sound that came out Ratliff’s neck. This satisfied Vincent, letting him know that this will work.
He went and turned on his CD player and blared the song Requiem For A Dream and for the next six minutes, the reposition and grueling torture and death of Ratliff began. Once Vincent got to removing the skin to get to Ratliff’s heart, almost every member of The Children Of Darkness had to get up and leave. All accept one: Cyri.
The entire ordeal was long and hard to go threw. Right before Ratliff died, Vincent put his hand around Ratliff’s heart.
“This is for every girl you have destroyed. Every life you have wrecked. You are a heartless, terrible monster. And you can do me a favor.” Ratliff’s eyes had tears in them beginning for mercy. “You can say hi TO SATAN FOR ME YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” And with that, Vincent ripped out Ratliff’s heart.
He turned toward Cyri, who had her eyes close. He took off and threw into a pile his gloves and the jacket. When he has only wearing a black shirt, he walked over and hugged Cyri.
“Please, do not fret. The ordeal is done. One part of your past is forever dead.” They hugged for a few moments. Very quietly, Cyri said thank you. Then, hand in hand, they walked out of the room and into the living room to see the others. They all looked at Vincent and waited to know what to do next.
“Okay you guys. You all know what the next part of this job is: Get the body ready. We are about to give these guys a Halloween they shall remember for a very long time.” Vincent said as the guys went into the room to collect Ratliff’s body. They all screamed in disgust when they found the blood everywhere, his organs on the floor, and a squished up heart. The girls went in to get all the plastic off and to wrap it around Ratliff’s body.